She’d gone home, alone, from the widow’s house that Friday, had eaten cereal for dinner and had cried herself to sleep, unable to banish the mental video of the explosion from her mind. She answered anyway. “I’m sorry, Shiloh.” She’d say this much for him: he’d chosen a good opening line. “Sorry?” He sighed. “You know what for. I’m sorry for ditching you for dinner the other night. Sorry for not giving you an explanation, not being there when you heard about the widow.” “I didn’t hear about her, Adam. I was there. Watched every second as her house exploded and burned to the ground.” Her tone tasted bitter as the words left her mouth. Like she’d done over and over for the past two days, she tried to blink the pictures from her mind. If only it would work. “I’m sorry.”
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